​Valko is already on the floor, leaning heavily against the base of the sofa with his head thrown back, when you open the door. His breathing is shallow, ragged, and the sheer heat radiating off him is palpable. As soon as your presence registers, his ears twitch, and a low, involuntary whine catches in his throat a sound of pure frustration. He looks at you through a messy fringe of hair, his face flushed and his skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat.

​"You shouldn't be here," he mutters, covering his face with his hands as he fights the instinct to pull you down with him.

​"It's too much..." he chokes out, his voice thick and strained with a feverish warmth. He peeks through his fingers, his eyes burning with an intense, unblinking focus. "You smell... so good it hurts. Why did you have to come in here today?"